Twilight and Moon

I dyed my hair red today. And as the color bled across my fingers, I thought of all the things one thinks says or does, to keep oneself through situations of stress. I love the color red. It is my favorite, and has been for awhile.

My favorite colors change periodically but I always come back to red. Red is for sunsets and lipstick. For sexy and shoes. Red is for love and attraction. Red is for safety and restricted. It is a warning label and an attraction. I love red. It screams stop and look.

It says slim and confident. I am aware of my shapes. It moves and shimmers in a beautiful, don’t touch me kinda way. And I could just move into some of the deeper shades. It’s shimmer is deeper than others though as it has this depth of quality.

Red is for roses, and twilights. For midnight wanderings and street lights. Red is for the more stately flowers who can wear the shade in the sun, and then hide crimson in the shadow of its absence.

Red is the glory of a woman who has the lips and complexion to wear it. Lipstick. You know the ones, the very few who can put on that deep classic saturated red on and pull it off with that saucy elegance.

Red is the color of my favorite shirts in variant shades, the best shoes, and the best wine. It is the color of the best fruit, strawberries and melon, and apples. It is the underlying color of summer into fall and then winter.

It is the first color of the rainbow and the last color of the day. The moon bares its reflection in pinkened undertones on its way to center stage in the sky.

It is the base color for magenta, for crimson, burgandy, and blush. My favorite books are red or at least have red in the spines and titles. The best Bibles are red leather.

If I could picture red as a sound, I couldn’t. I can picture sound with it. Frank Sinatra and a woozy semi rainy night spilling out of a bar with red softly reflecting lights wavering across pavement.

I could drown my sorrow in a sea of red. Sheer red curtains in the moonlight, softly beckoning my sight.

Soothing

fluid

soft muted red

Erie mechanisms

trolley harsh.

If I hadn’t given up the booze, I could certainly drown some sorrow, or kick up some, in that bubbling biting tasty happy liquid.

As it is however, I must sate my eyes and thirst for beauty and color on this deep red,oh so wickedly satisfying and attractive dye job I have given myself. This being the 3rd time in my life I have dyed my hair, the first in adulthood I am loving the shock factor in my mirror. It is three shades, not my intention but hell yes, I love it. Call it a mid life or call it depression, I don’t know, but I am loving it.